Another one of those restorativeFridays, clearing my head in the morning with my back
on a couch, clearing my in-box during the day with my butt on a chair,
clearing my body of grasping habits on a mat in the evening, and then
whirling in time to live music in the evening.

I think I've pulled out of the funk,
and I can never decide if music (preferably live, improvised) is a
medicine for me (a tonic) or a spiritual practice. Have it either way.
Make mine a spirits 'n' tonic.

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Sometimes I panicin the face of potential. If anything
this makes me hopeful that I might still learn to remain calm in the face
of adversity.